Born again

I just remembered this morning that my father died on Easter Sunday 1967, 54 years ago. I was living in California and he died in Seattle. I got a phone call from my mother with the news. While in bed that night I felt someone unseen sit on the side of my bed. Later when I mentioned the experience to my mother she said, my father was probably saying goodbye. It's one of those thing I can't prove, but it may be true. It was not the first unusual spiritual experiences I have had during my life.